boom.
The flying sword, which was carrying different kinds of energy, hit the mountain top where the Sutra Pavilion was located.
The Wudang Taoist priests, who had long been noisy by the noise here, looked up one after another.
At the top of the deep mountain, purple thunder exploded, raging fire shot straight into the sky, strong winds swept through the entire mountain, and wild sand swept across the wasteland.
However, such a stunning sight only appeared briefly and disappeared into the dusk together with the rainbow hanging upside down.
The Wudang Mountains have returned to peace.
Wushuang fell to the ground helplessly, with gray eyes. The Wushuang sword box fell heavily to the ground like an ownerless thing, and its aura was no longer there.
The seven flying swords did not return to the sword box, but scattered freely on the bluestone floor.
The man in black robe looked back at the back of the young man who stood as tall as a pine tree with a gloomy expression.
Without hesitation, he turned around and jumped, easily avoiding Wang Xiaoping's sharp sword.
In a blink of an eye, he disappeared into the dark forest.
Wu Changqing was wrapped in thousands of talismans at this moment, and he was in high spirits, with the vermilion mark between his eyebrows shining brilliantly.
Zhao Min was fascinated by the bursts of colorful rays of light reflected in his eyes, and the figure of the young man who looked like an immortal in the rays of light.
Wu Changqing stretched out a hand and made a move.
Countless brilliant talismans were sucked into his sleeves in an instant.
The blush on her eyebrows gradually faded until it disappeared.
"Changqing, what you have accomplished in the Immortal Way is really enviable to me, an experienced Taoist who has been practicing the Way of Heaven all my life."
Wang Chonglou was amazed.
Not to mention Wu Changqing's last move, using his own mysterious energy combined with those powerful talismans, he showed a method that was enough to compete with the seven flying swords.
Just say that when Wu Changqing explodes with all his strength, he can only feel the momentum of a roaring sea of anger.
This is not something that ordinary warriors can present.
The way of cultivating immortals is indeed much more powerful than the way of martial arts.
This was the first time that Wang Xiaoping heard that the path Wu Changqing practiced was actually the path of immortality.
He couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock, but it was a pity that he couldn't speak, otherwise he would have to drag Wu Changqing to discuss something.
Zhao Min couldn't understand the terms used by these Taoists.
But he also fully understood that Wu Changqing's current strength was far beyond what ordinary first-grade Vajra realm warriors could match.
Luzhangke supported Hebiweng who had fainted, and looked at the young man with the same horror.
He couldn't help but think in his mind, what if the other party used that last blow on him.
How should he deal with it? Maybe Xuanming Divine Palm is not enough. If he cannot protect him, he will suffer a big loss due to this magical power.
I couldn't help but feel a little afraid of Wu Changqing in my heart.
"Senior brother, why don't you keep that person?"
Wu Changqing smiled softly and looked at the direction in which the man in black robe was fleeing.
"Hey, that person is so powerful that I'm not even sure I can keep him."
Wang Zhonglou looked a little unhappy.
In fact, when the man in black took action, he had already seen that the opponent's strength was far superior to that of the boy with the sword box.
Even compared to him, there is no concession.
If an enemy in the same realm wants to escape.
No one can stop it.
"But Pindao may have somewhat guessed the identity of this person."
Wang Zhonglou's face was as sinking as water, thinking about every move of the man in black robe before.
"This person has a lot of internal strength, at least he is a master of the Xuan Realm. During the fight with Xiaoping, he only used less than 40% of his strength."
"There is a faint blood color emerging from his sleeves, just like the red thread that can refer to the human cat Han Shengxuan who is a mysterious killer."
"If I'm not wrong, this person is Han Shengxuan, who makes all the knights in the world tremble with fear. He is one of the three major demons along with King Beiliang and Huang Longshi."
Wang Zhonglou said in a deep voice.
As soon as he mentioned the name of the human-cat.
Even Wang Xiaoping couldn't help but his face darkened, and his heart was faintly palpitating.
"It seems that I was indeed targeted by Emperor Liyang."
"But this man-cat missed once. Next time he comes, he will definitely use many times the force on me that exceeds the attack this time."
Wu Changqing's expression was calm, as if everything was as expected.
"Senior brother, this person should have been bewitched by Han Shengxuan, and he is not a bad person."
"Let him pay some compensation and let him go."
Wu Changqing looked at Wushuang who fell to the ground and was no longer able to fight, and said in a deep voice.
Wang Zhonglou nodded slightly.
This time Li Yang attacked and killed.
Wu Changqing couldn't help but see clearly his current strength.
It also allowed him to see all the ways forward in the future.
Strengthen the foundation and cultivate the talent.
He needs to start studying some magic and magic techniques for killing enemies and decapitating immortals based on his original cultivation of immortals.
Using a sword is a good choice.
Think of this.
Wu Changqing couldn't help but think of what Hong Xixiang said when he awakened in this life.
"In the past eight hundred years since Tao Dao, he has never taken anyone's head with a flying sword."
A thousand-mile sword can kill the destiny dragon and the immortal god of the heaven.
Real magical magic.
He might as well study this aspect.
A night of terror.
The dusk grew gloomier.
Zhao Min seemed to be really frightened. He waited until no one was outside the Sutra Pavilion and the building was empty.
Only Wu Changqing and her were left in the attic.
She became surprisingly docile and slowly approached Wu Changqing's meditating figure. She didn't make any noise or make any fuss, just hugging her knees and leaning against Wu Changqing quietly.
His eyes were in a daze with his head buried in his knees, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Before she knew it, she fell into sleep.
The world in the dream is a lane full of flowers.
A young man in white clothes stood with his hands behind his back. On both sides of the road, there were countless orioles and swallows, pointing at the young man and making secret glances.
Zhao Min sighed in displeasure and was about to rush forward to declare his sovereignty.
But no matter how hard she ran, she was still unable to catch up with the figure in white.
Until she couldn't run anymore, the white-clothed woman didn't listen to him when she screamed, and slowly disappeared from sight.
At this time, Zhao Min's upper body had been completely curled up and sleeping in Wu Changqing's knees.
She actually pursed her red lips in grievance, sobbing softly?
In a blink of an eye, the sky is getting brighter.
When Zhao Min slowly woke up, she was lying on the wooden couch Wu Changqing had laid out for her, covered with a thick quilt.
When she stood up and looked at the figure sitting in the center of the cabinet.
The beautiful eyes that still had a trace of grievance were soon replaced by brilliance.
At this moment, Wu Changqing was sitting cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed.
But in front of him, there was a small, crystal-clear sword flying in the air around his figure.
The little sword is extremely dexterous, like a newly born green and white snake, wandering playfully in this space, as if sizing up everything around it.
But he didn't dare to stay too far away from Wu Changqing.
Until Wu Changqing slowly exhaled, the small crystal sword seemed to be summoned, and instantly disappeared into Wu Changqing's body.
"You know how to wield a sword?"
"Is that little sword your sword embryo?"
Zhao Min asked in surprise.
